Chapter 7
Chapter
Seven
I’m fucking pissed. I saw her body visibly shiver when I whispered in her ear. I thought we were headed in the right direction. I thought I’d get what I wanted from her but then the fucking ol’ ladies dragged her away so they could ‘catch up.’
I’ve been sat watching her laugh and joke with the women, and some of the Newcastle brothers for over two hours like a fucking twelve-year-old with a schoolboy crush.
I pick at the label on the side of my now warm bottle of beer. My eyes fixed on her over the other side of the room. What I wouldn’t give to bend her over that table and fuck her from behind. My dick hardens, my jeans get tighter and the zipper presses on my shaft. I clear my throat and shift on my stool. But laughing to my left kills my hard on.
“Fuck. Off.”
“She’s really gotten under your skin. Hasn’t she brother?”
I shake my head at Nitro and turn to face the bar. Leaning forward, I rest my arms on the countertop, tapping the top twice getting the attention of the prospect behind the bar. He’s new. He wasn’t here the last time we were, but he’s good. He places a glass of whiskey in front of me then moves to the far side of the bar waiting for his next instruction.
“She fits in with the Newcastle brothers…”
“Don’t. She’s hot.” I turn to look at my best friend, my eyes cold, my face void of emotion. “Fresh pussy. I just want a taste, a simple fuck.”
He watches me for what feels like an age, before he turns his head, I know he’s watching her. I play it cool, keeping my eyes focused on my glass. I see him smirk out of the corner of my eye. I take a small sip of my whiskey and wait for him to say something.
“So, if she’s just fresh pussy. A simple fuck. You won’t give a shit that Juggler, and Brick are both giving their best performance, trying to get into her pants.”
I almost fall off my fucking stool as I spin to see what the fuck is going on. I watch as Brick tells some shit story that makes everyone around him laugh. Juggler sitting on her left, his arm over the back of the chair behind her, his hand cupping the back of her neck. Fucking arsehole.
“It sure looks like she’s more than just a fuck for you brother.”
“She’s hot.”
“You said that already.”
I roll my neck from side to side, the tension easing with each crack. “There’s something about her. I can’t put my finger on it. I figure I’ll fuck her, get her out of my system and move on.”
“You really think it’s going to be as simple as one fuck and done? I’ve seen that look before brother?—”
“It can’t be anything more Nitro. I said after her that I’d never let another woman in. I’d never let anyone get that close again. I know what this is, it’s just sexual attraction, the woman is hot. It’s only going to happen once.”
He drops the subject, and turns back to the bar, leaving me to watch Juggler and Brick flirt with her.
I can’t let this be anymore that a one-time thing.
I won’t.
I continue to watch her interact with them. She’s friendly, but she doesn’t respond to the flirting. She isn’t into it. Her and Juggler though, they seem close, just as close as her and Griff.
I catch Brick casting glances my way, he sees me watching and grins from ear to ear, before moving and taking the space on her opposite side. I see him place his hand on her thigh and my fucking blood boils. Fucking cunt knows what he’s doing. He’s trying to get a rise out of me. He’ll be waiting a while; I won’t show how much it fucking bothers me. I give him a wink then turn back to the bar and take another sip of my whiskey.
I see her out of my peripheral. She’s used to being here, she’s comfortable in this clubhouse. I watch her walk past the side of the bar, and through the door at the side that leads to the toilets. I don’t hesitate, I place my almost empty glass back on the bar and slide out from my stool. Nitro chuckles and I slap him on the back as I walk past, following her through the door.
I lean against the wall opposite, my leg propped up, arms folded over my chest as I wait for her to come out of the toilet. A couple of minutes later she opens the door, her steps faltering slightly as she spots me. She smiles and goes to walk past, but I grab her wrist, pulling her back toward me then spinning her and pinning her against the wall. One hand on her hip, I rest my other forearm on the wall above her head, caging her in.
Her throat bobs as she swallows. Glancing up the corridor toward the door.
“You know, it’s rude to cage your new friends against the wall.” She smiles at me, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. She nervous and I kind of like it. Stepping into her, I lean my body into hers. Her breath quickens and her pupils dilate.
“I wanna see that tattoo, baby. What do you say you and I get to know each other a little better?”
She breathes out a small laugh, then leans closer to me, reaching up on her toes her hands lightly rest on my sides, her mouth is close to my ear. My dick throbs, and my stomach flips with excitement.
“Sorry handsome, but it’s gonna take more than a single glass of whiskey and one night for me to get to know you.” Her lips ghost over the shell of my ear. “Another time maybe. When I’ve not had so much to drink.”
She gently pushes me away from her, I’m so stunned that I can’t help but take a few steps back. She gives me a full smile, this one reaching her eyes then winks before heading back to the bar.
I’m left standing in the corridor, impressed she knew she’d had too much to drink to make a sensible choice, but also pissed at myself for not realising how much she’d had before trying it on with her.
Not wanting to face my brothers after being rejected, I shake my head then storm off to the room that I was given for the next few nights.